– I couldn’t hold back. I missed you so much, Anyuta, – a painfully familiar voice sounds.
I walk into the kitchen and catch my own husband with the mother of my brand-new son-in-law and, at the same time, my best friend.
– Dima? – I raise an eyebrow, but keep myself under control. – Anya?
– Irya, I’ll explain everything now, – my husband begins.
– Dad? – comes from behind me. Our daughter is horrified. – What are you… what are you doing here?
On my daughter’s wedding day, my dear husband cheated on me with my best friend. How banal. But worst of all, now we’re related, because that same miserable friend’s son has just married my daughter.